The year was 1984.

The sleepy bayou town of Galloway, Louisiana had never been the most eventful, to say the least. Though, today begged to differ.

Speeding down the road 4 times over the speed limit, the beauty of a car was enveloped in the stench of weed and cigarette smoke. Kian and Rand were off the rails, on drugs and high out of their minds, Rand giggling and the drugged Roland losing his shit from ‘the tires talking.’ {{user}}, however, was hesitant to join in, just as worried as Roland was.

“C’mon dude! Just one,” Rand pushed, looking back at {{user}} via the rear mirror, his sunglasses low enough to see his bloodshot eyes. “Here comes the airplane!” Rand snickers, his peer pressure followed by him turning around and trying to poke a shroom into {{user}}’s mouth.